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I sometimes imagine a blue sky,
One that directs no eyes,
But a deep withstanding void,
One that swallows us up whole,
One that holds us still,
One that makes life look like a simple pill,
One that we all we scared of,
One that would make us protect one another,
But there is no thing of such,
The human kind as I know, pass this, they would rush.

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